Deep inside the woods, whose sight's embraced with
Wintry fluid
The wolves come forth the sacred fire, whose flame's
enshrouded in
My deep passion and anxiety
Memories of pride, memories of hunger
The lust forsaken, the hate
bereft
Bitterness and strength, they all come into one
One and only, those far behind I've left
Praise the somberness of
outer worlds,
Raise your hell and grant me your bereavement
The luminary gods dwelling in my reveries,
Buried in the infinite
concealment
The sun of the sleepless, the one we bark upon at night...
The dawn brings it's regular disease,
Granting us
it's incinerating warmness
Dearest phantoms of the night, they're finally released...
Whom does shine this magic light
upon?
The ghastly theatre of nature, is it thee?
Whom does mortify this scintillation among the cosmic lawns?
The answers hidden
within the very depths of me...
Those crystal lakes of an alien origin
What will they spawn and how will they
act...
Entangled in barbed wire is the divine pigeon
What kind of peace will these long-dead spheres bring...
Mythical source
of an ancient knowledge
A fountain of repulsion, truthfully the one I've longed for
The legions march across my motherland
The
one deep beneath the surface of the earth
In the night, in deepest solitude my spirit is reborn
To fly high above the woods and
explore the caverns of the
Underwater lands, reigned by a supreme king with horns
Will I worship him or cease...?
Cease into
the space, rise above the mental reign
Afraid the natural and listen to what the looking glass will say...
Unite with my spirit
lovers, for the gates are open
And the circle is now complete...